Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Campaign (ToEE) - Continued

[Dire Lemming]

"Deren, what about this door?" Shoon approaches the door on the southern wall and examines it for a keyhole or anything else he might be able to peek through.

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

The champion guards the back while chewing on a piece of dried meat.

 

[Dog Moon]

Errr, sorry if you were waiting on me.

Deren will move over to the door and listen at the edge of it. Clutching a dagger in his right hand, he attempts to see if he can easily open it, attempting to be quiet if he hears any noise on the other side.

 

[Voadam]

"Thank you Prophet." the knight grunts as his wounds reknit into whole flesh. Sir Merrick will take a pair of hand axes to add to his javelins and then take up position to proceed into the southern room once Deren is done with the door.

 

[Rhun]

Errr, sorry if you were waiting on me.

Nope...I went out of town, and have just been catching up on things. Should have the next IC post up tonight.

 

[Rhun]

Not hearing any noise, Deren quietly opens the southern door. The smallish (considering the size of the temple) L-shaped chamber appears to be someone's quarters, but is currently empty. A large rock and brick fireplace occupies the western wall, and three battered old chairs are positioned near a like number of battered, lumpy pallets that must serve as beds. A small keg of beer lies on the floor, and several old, oft-patched cloaks hang from pegs on the wall.

 

[Dire Lemming]

Shoon sighs as he looks around another strangely placed unused room. He quickly moves to the new door and examines it.

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Zirat

It's not a temple, it is a bar.
The champion laughs to himself and drains the piece of meat with the beer in the keg.
It has been a while since I rest on pallets and beds, this could be a good resting point.

 

[Rhun]

Just a friendly reminder from your DM, but weren't you searching for the punks that had been shooting ballista bolts at you?

 

[Voadam]

Sir Merrick fingers the healed wound where the ballista-sized crossbow bolt punctured him. "This may be a good place to rest in here, but I want to hunt down a few more cultists. The armory did not hold ogre sized crossbows that I saw. That means the ones who shot me are still out there. Ones who saw the mass of us."